With temperatures hovering in the high 80s to mid 90s, it's the dog days of summer as far as I'm concerned!
We do what needs to be done early. Except for Bacchus. He pretty much goes with the flow. His routine is quite consistent. Hub rises at 4:30. I refuse. It's uncivilized! Anyway, he takes Bacchus out with him to pick up the morning papers. Bacchus gets his morning grass angel fix and all the other first thing in the morning stuff. Then back in. Hub starts the papers and has his first cup of coffee. When it's time for his second, Bacchus gets his first batch of pills, between 5 and 5:30, then goes out where the grass is cool and damp and craters.
This is about the time I stagger in, get my coffee, read the papers, shower, eat breakfast and depending on how speedy I am, sometimes get the bed made and the dishes done before 8 which is time for for the second batch of pills and first yogurt.
Usually my old boy comes right in but sometimes he decides he's going to jerk my chain a bit. I don't mind. We always get it done.
It has been just a shade over six months since he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. The trials we've endured have sometimes seemed epic. It does show, however, patience and following the doctor's instruction can pay off. We weaned him from his junk food diet from the early days. He is now back on dog food. Canned and kibble. The improvement in his condition is unbelievable but it took a lot of patience and trial and error.
The reward, other than still having ole fuzzy face with us, is that he's more like an old dog who happens to be sick than a sick dog who happens to be old.
How sweet it is!